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[ok-i-draw]

I offer Stitches and Hackjob for artistic inspiration!

Whoops! Sorry for answering so late! Had this in the folder for a while! Here you go @chimeracarnival !

[undertalethingems]

you have some kind of formal art education?

yes! but, i didn't go to school for art originally, and while my college had a perfectly fine art department and i liked most all of my teachers, sometimes i'm not sure how much i actually learned, haha...

i've been doing art basically all my life, and lucked out in having pretty good art teachers through primary and secondary schooling; they introduced me and my classmates to a lot of different media and techniques, from pen and ink to stained glass. Some of the lower level art classes i took in college actually repeated concepts i was already familiar with, but there was no testing out of them so i had to do them again. it was painful :"D

i still think it was a valuable experience though :>

[fuck-you-showerthoughts]

If you think ‘Earthians’ is dumb, try ‘Earthnoids’ and ‘Spacenoids’ from Mobile Suit Gundam.

That sounds like incel and/or terf talk LMAO

[waterfallofspace]

omg 47 + 64 for sxf? 🫣

Hello, thank you for the ask!! You didn’t specify a character, so I’m going with L/oid! (Which, given he’s the main, I assume that’s who you’d want anyways hehe~) He’s absolutely shipped with Y/or in this, and this is set midway through part 1, as I haven’t started part 2 yet. (watching with friends, so it takes awhile to get through it!) I may have gotten a taaad carried away, I hope that’s okay! Soooo, here’s prompts 47 and 64 with 2.1k (whoops) words! 47: Hiding sneezes 64: Mission in the rain. (Slight warning for violence, implied death, and swearing -it’s a show about spies after all, there’s gonna be a bit of gritty stuff- Just in case anyone doesn’t like those)

~~~~~~~

“knnxt-! dngt’shh-! nnxxgt’shh-! Damn it…”

Crouching behind the mailbox, Loid allows himself a light curse that drifts away on the breeze as soon as it exits his gritted teeth. ‘This situation was entirely of my own making. My own failures led to this. And yet… that doesn’t stop it from being annoying.’ He peels off the mask, letting out a faint gasp as the rain hits his face directly. His mind drifts back to the situation that brought him to this position.

~~~

“We refuse! Your offer is nothing compared to the millions we stand to make by releasing our product directly. You want us to give it to you to distribute instead? Make it worth our while.” 

“You have no distribution plan, no one on the streets to move it, you’ll make nothing without us! We shouldn’t be making big offers, you should be begging us to give you any cut!”

Loid lets his attention flicker from one side to the other. He’s disguised as a mere waiter, serving wine to two rivals as they sit in negotiations. His job is to gather intel, not to stop the distribution. It’s been deemed unstoppable, if these heads were to fall, others would merely take their places. However, should he be able to figure out when and where the exchange of goods is to go down, they’ll be able to intercept it, and find a peaceful resolution. ‘At least, as peaceful as it gets in this line of work.’ 

There’s only one problem-

“heH’INggt-!”

His nose. He’d woken up to find the mild pressure in his sinuses had bloomed into a full blown head cold.

“Ih’knggt-!” 

Not the worst cold he’s had, and if he was just staying at home, it wouldn’t even be worth mentioning. However… on a mission where the key is to be stealthy and unperceived, constant-

“dngxxt’shh-!” 

-is definitely worth mentioning. And he should have mentioned it to his handler when he accepted the mission but, ‘I just don’t like appearing weak. Letting people see that I’m a human with flaws can be deadly in my line of work. It’s better to appear unphased by anything that may come my way.’

Letting his nose twitch behind the mask, Loid rights himself from where he’d ducked behind the bar to let out the stifles his sinuses had been aching for. They were entirely unpleasant, not relieving the tickle in the least, but at least they were quiet.

A quick glance around brings his attention back to his ‘boss’ for the day. She’s staring at him with a fury he’s become quite familiar with in this line of work. ‘Seems that managers never tend to like me. Probably understandable, seeing as I’m never here to do the job they want me to.’  

He fires back a sheepish smile, pulling a bottle of wine from the bar and turning it so she can see. The nod he receives is hardly approval, but it’s close enough to run with. ‘It’s not like I need to get a good review, or even keep this job past today.’

Pouring the glasses on his tray full of the rich red liquid, he clears his throat, and sets himself back to ‘waiter mode’. Stepping out from behind the bar, he lets his steps fall in line with the other staff rushing around, bending forward slightly to offer the men a drink.

“A toast, shall we? To our continued partnership. Your offer has been quite kind, and I believe we can find a good future in store for us.”

“Indeed, my good sir. I believe we can. Shall we arrange the details of the shipment? I have a warehouse out on-”

“hIH’DTSHH’oo-!”

Glass shattering crashes out, every gun in the room suddenly drawn. The sound surprises everyone, Loid most of all. His hand sits a few inches from his face, tray forgotten on the floor as the wine pours out from the bottle crushed beneath it. Before he can think to explain the situation, his survival instincts overpower his brain and he reaches for his own weapon.

“He has a gun! It’s a spy, get him!” 

‘Shit- and I still have to sneeze!’ 

~~~

This is how Loid comes to find himself crouched outside, kneeling on the soaked ground as the rain ‘That I should have checked the forecast for’ pounds down on him. It was as if the heavens themselves have decided to drown him.

“He went this way, I’m sure of it! Spread out and check every corner.”

The voice is still distant, but too close for comfort. Loid allows one hand to lift from his gun to scrub at his aching nose, the buzzing just below the surface threatening to return with a vengeance. 

‘I should have turned this down. Damn it all! I manage to find a daughter, and a fake wife, form a family, get accepted into Eden College, and after all of that work, I’m to die on a throwaway mission in the pouring rain because of a head cold. The Great Twilight, yeah right.’ 

His mind threatens to wander off again, and he has to bite his tongue to get it to stay. It seems that lately, Anya and Yor were at the forefront of his thoughts whether he wanted them to be or not. ‘That’s just for the mission. I’m focused on that, we have less time then planned for, that’s all. It’s just dedication.’ It would be a convincing argument, had his heart not skipped a beat at the thought of his fake family waiting back home.

“eHH-!”

And just like that, his focus was back on the burning sensation climbing down his nose. The voices were closer, there was no way he could manage to let any out now, they’d hear him for sure. The buzzing seems to spread to his ears, a fog starting to settle over his thoughts as the all consuming need to sneeze overwhelms him.

“hH’NNGT-! knngt-! ih’DNGT-!”

The stifles seem to only make the tickle grow more fierce. His gloved hand pinches his nose tighter, but the sensation of the fabric against his nose makes his eyes water. Reluctantly, he drops his hand, pressing it instead back against his weapon as the voices draw near once more.

“Check around that corner. You! The other side of that wall, he could have scaled it.”

Loid holds his breath, fingers twitching on the gun as his nose trembles. ‘Damn it all.’ Stuck in a stalemate, a war between his nose and him. Finally, the rain decides to break the tie, a single drop hitting him right on the tip as he tilts his face towards the sky to listen better. The drop runs down the bridge of his nose, sending prickles running through his entire face.

“hAH-! hH’ASHH’yuu-! IH’DTSHHH’uu-! Shit- ZZISHHH’oo-!” 

The men pursuing him aim, but Loid gets them both with ease, before sending himself over the mailbox, managing to hit two more before his feet touch the ground. Looking around and seeing no one else, ‘With what little I can see beyond the water from my hair and eyes…’ he makes a dash for his car, pausing only to aim a few more harsh sneezes towards the ground as he makes it to the door.

“KZZSHH’oo-! Christ- hehh… huhh’YYISHH’iew-! DTZZSH’iew-! hEH’ASHH’oo-!” 

Managing to sit down, and start the car, he tries not to shiver as the cold from his soaked clothes starts to seep into his skin. ‘Just gotta make it home, then I can sleep this horrid cold off.’ 

~~~

As Loid pulls open his front door, a waft of warm air hits his face, sending chills through his trembling frame. Anya races to greet him, eyes seeming to burn through him as she surveys his form.

“Papa! You’re baa- woah… you don’t look good, why are you all wet?” 

“Loid, welcome ho- uh… she does have a point, why are you all wet? You look dreadful..”

“Thank you both. So f- flattering…. ITZZSH’oo-! heH’ASHH’yuu-!” 

Loid blushes a little under the intense look Anya’s giving him, fixing his eyes on Yor for a break, just to find her giving him a similar one. ‘Sometimes I swear, it’s like everyone in this family is hiding something about themselves from each other.’

“Papa, you’re sick. You should be in bed, that’s what I do when I’m sick!”

“Oh Loid, you’re sick? I’m so sorry, I should have seen it… you shouldn’t have gone out in the rain- oh no you’re soaked, Anya let’s get papa some towels, fast-”

“I’m not si… knxxgt-! sick.” 

They give him measured looks, and Loid feels another chill run down his spine as Anya’s eyes meet his. ‘Sometimes it really feels like that child is taping right into my subconscious.’ He ignores the ‘EEP’ Anya lets out, more concerned with the way Yor is now pressing her hand against his forehead. A tint of red starts to shade at his ears, matching the hue she’s wearing plainly across her cheeks.

“J- just checking for a fever… you don’t feel warm. Actually- I think you feel too cold. Anya, towels?”

“Oh, right! Anya to the rescue~!” 

“I said I’m not si-”

“Even if you’re not sick, Loid, you’re still soaked. Towels can only help. Plus! I made soup! I actually didn’t even know you were sick when making it, I just felt like today was a soup day, maybe it’s a mothers instincts!”

“You’re not a-”

Loid stops himself at the look that flashes across Yor’s face, rediverting himself mid word.

“a- good chef…”

Her face changes, but not to a better one, her lip starting to tremble. ‘Damn it, that’s still an insult! Find something Twilight, quickly now… Come on, you do this for a living!’ Thankfully for him, his nose found something first. 

“dnnxxgt’shh-! knngt’choo-! hept’INKGT’choo-!”

“Bless you, Loid.”

“I got the towels papa! Just got- oof-”

Loid reaches down to catch the bundle stacked nearly up to his chest as Anya topples over, managing to right her and set them down in one smooth motion. ‘At least I haven’t lost all my skills from this horrid cold.’

“Careful. Don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.” 

Yor scoops her up, and Loid feels the heat from his ears spread as she hands him a towel with a knowing look.

“You can dry yourself off in your room. P- plus you.. You should probably… change your clothes… you shouldn’t stay in the wet stuff, it’s just gonna make you worse.”

“DTNNGT’iew-! hIH’KNgxxt’choo-! ”

“Exactly my point. Bless you again, by the way.” 

He gives her a smile laced with fake sincerity as the stifles echo through his sinuses. ‘If I keep this up I’m gonna do some serious damage. I can handle a few on missions, but suppressing this many is starting to hurt.’ 

“Don’t do that papa! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

Anya stands next to him, concern painted all over her face. Loid manages to meet her gaze with a small nod, ‘How does she always know-’ before ducking into the towel in his hands to muffle the next fit that bursts from him.

“MMPPFFSHH’oo-! heHH’NNMMPFSHH’iew-! mmZZSHH’oo-! MMZZASHH’oo-! Excuse me, s- sorry.”

Yor gives him a sympathetic glance, sending Anya to the kitchen with a small pat, before turning back to him.

“Bless you. There’s meds in the bathroom above the sink. I’ll save some soup for you for tomorrow, but I’m guessing right now you just want to go to bed-”

“Papa, papa! Can we watch a movie? Pleeaaaase~?”

Loid lets himself meet Anya’s gaze, regretting it instantly at the way her eyes brim with tears. ‘If I say no, she’s sure to start crying. But I’m so tired…’ A glance up to Yor tells him that if he wants to say no, she’ll back him. ‘I should say no. I need to rest so I can be ready for the next mission. I should say no… I’ll- I’ll say no…’ 

“Sure.”

‘That’s not a no, what the-’ 

“Yay! Since you’re sick papa, I’ll let you pick it!”

“Uh- no thanks, just whatever you want to watch is fine.”

~~~

He tries to stay awake. He really does. But by the thirteenth minute, as the princess is singing her fifth song, Loid can feel his eyes starting to close. By the next song, he’s letting out weak congested snores as his head dips into his chest.

Anya is too focused on the movie to notice, but Yor gives a soft smile at the scene, giggling at the way his nose twitches in his sleep. She gently lays him down, placing a blanket over him, and planting a small kiss on his forehead, which promptly turns her a red as his nose.

“Sleep well, Loid.” 

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

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[girlboyburger]

hi! pls tell me more about mr lasert (pretty sure i spelled his name wrong :(

oh and also just wanted to say i love ur art style and all the little details he has (gill makrs? on neck, the twigs, his mane of hair, the rips in his pants, and the little purple drawstrings)

hi!! i reaaaaallly want to go into a big ramble about my funny troll oc but this is my furry art blog and i've switched to posting my homestuck stuff on my main ( @cowcinogeneticist )

thank you so much for asking about him but for the sake of keeping this a homestuck free zone i'm gonna contain my answer to the tags

if you wanna know more tho feel free to send me an ask over there !!

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For a terrifying heartbeat, Eaglestorm wondered if this was a setup. Then a voice exclaimed, “You actually came!”

He spun around and there she was, stepping out from behind a tree, and all Eaglestorm could think was, This is not the same cat.

Squirrelpaw was a silly, harmless apprentice that nobody could ever find attractive because she was so awkward that it hurt, even if she was sometimes enduring.

But Squirrelwhisker was a different beast. Her brown tabby pelt was almost silver underneath the pale moonlight, her golden eyes glowed in the night, and she carried herself with a confidence that Squirrelpaw could never possess.

This is not the same cat.

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

The Kiddos From Universe 1 At Calypso Water Park

so one of my favourite character-building exercises I like to do is figure out how my OCs would act going to the theme park I used to go to a lot when I was in high school - Calypso Water Park. and while I've done this for the Realm Kiddos before, I haven't done it RECENTLY, and especially not since the canon shift. so fuck it!! we ball!!

Lydia is very much the Mom Friend of the group. She's the one who makes sure everyone's brought everything they need before heading out, and the one who pesters everyone to put on sunscreen (on Trinity's behalf). She's not the biggest fan of a lot of the slides, but she'll go on the smaller ones, especially if they're two-person slides and only one member of the group wants to go on 'em. Otherwise, she spends the day relaxing in the lazy river and spending time with Trinity to make sure she feels included. Probably gets a stomach ache from eating ice cream and then immediately getting roped into going on slides.

Sinclair is ADAMANT about going on literally every single slide in the park, probably bragging the whole time that these slides are child's play for them. In reality, they're fucking terrified of slides like Adrenaline (basically a straight drop), and completely chicken out at the Aqua Loops. They do get very competitive during races the group have on the Fast Track, and eventually it's just Sinclair and Sydney doing the ride over and over again until one of them is the definitive victor. The two bond afterwards over their bruised stomachs and somehow managing to steal the entirety of their meals (because both of them decided the food was super overpriced and thus it was stupid to pay for it).

Cynthia is largely just trying to keep track of everyone, since that's just instinct for her at this point, but after some time she starts to relax and do what she wants. I think the wave pool would be her favourite attraction, and she'd spend a bunch of time there just seeing how long she can last against the waves in the deep end of the pool (probably having a friendly competition with Dylan to see who can last the longest at least once.) She doesn't care too much for the slides, not because she's scared of them - they just don't really interest her. Still has a relatively good day against all odds!

Dylan is going fucking EVERYWHERE. He's doing Fast Track races with Sydney, Sinclair and the twins. He's going on Canyon Rafting with as much of the group as he can gather in one place. He's lounging in the lazy river. He's surviving the wave pool with Cynthia. He's eating a big hot dog and then immediately going back into it and then needs to rest on one of the lounge chairs in front of the wave pool because he gave himself a stomach cramp. Dylan is in his element here and he's having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. I think he might end up going into a bit of a funk for a few days afterwards because he got so much serotonin from this trip that he simply cannot get in his daily life. Plans on making this an annual event the second they leave the park at the end of the day.

Morgan loudly complains the whole time everyone is planning this excursion, calling it a waste of time, saying it's dumb baby shit, asking to stay home... But then everyone gets to the park and they learn that Morgan has a well-hidden thrill-seeking side. Sinclair TRIES to go on every slide in the park, but Morgan SUCCEEDS. Although, this comes with a downside... There are multiple slides that require two people that only Sinclair, or worse, Sydney are willing to go on with her. She definitely bullies Sinclair over being scared of the Aqua Loops and rubs it in their face when she does it, like, "see? I survived the big scary plastic slides. coward." Sinclair will probably seethe over this for the next week.

Sydney. is. fucking. ELATED. You just brought the Realm's biggest thrill-seeker to a water park that claims to have the fastest slides in the world! Peak enrichment!! Much like Dylan, she's absolutely everywhere, and it's really hard to track her down. Much like Morgan, she also goes on every single ride in the park, minus a couple because she got so caught up with the Fast Track bullshit. She and Sinclair get to do crime together too, which is just a nice bonus. She does get some weird looks due to her extensive scars, because sometimes people suck, but Sydney Could Not Care Less About This, There Are Slides To Be Conquered And Friends To Compete With Over Stupid Shit.

Trinity is deathly afraid of heights. This means basically every slide is off-limits for her. Additionally, she's pretty self-conscious about her death scar on her neck, and this doesn't help her social anxiety much. Mostly just sticks to Lydia, Dylan, Cynthia or Morgan's sides for the majority of the trip, watching everyone else have fun, but after a bit Bianca and Troy coax her to come with them to Pirate's Aquaplay and she starts to really enjoy herself. The three of them go under the bigass bucket there together (because when you go to Calypso you HAVE to step under the bucket) and the twins keep her from getting knocked over by the water, and it's the loudest anyone's heard Trinity laugh before.

Bianca desperately WANTS to keep up with Sydney but. holy shit. that's a LOT of slides. Her paranoia kinda ebbs and flows throughout the day regarding Troy, because on one hand, More People = More People Who Could Hurt Him, but on the other hand... who'd kill a kid surrounded by so many people?? (The latter reasoning is mostly her trying to fight that shit off with a metaphorical stick for the sake of actually being able to enjoy her day. It... only kind of works, much to her own chagrin.) And, at the very least, the two spend most of their day with Sydney, who Bianca full-heartedly trusts. (Maybe not to keep them safe from over-exertion, but at least to keep them safe from anyone who might try to hurt either twin.) She joins Troy in his gremlin antics at Pirate's Aquaplay, and is the one to suggest that Trinity come and join them to experience The Bucket. She heads to the gift shop early while Troy and Sydney are hanging out and gets everyone surprisingly thoughtful souvenirs from the day.

Troy is that little shit who goes to Pirate's Aquaplay and dumps the mini-buckets on kids' heads when they pass under it. I know this, because I was that little shit when I was a kid, and I know it's exactly the kind of thing Troy would love. A lot of the slides scare him more than he's willing to admit, and he especially hates any of the covered slides because they make him feel claustrophobic, but the big exception to this is the Turbo Lab. Partially due to the theming, partially due to the fact that they aren't super fast or tall slides, and partially because the ones he likes best are ones he can go on with his friends. By and large, though, he's mostly just following the group and joining in on activities like Canyon Rafting and Fast Track races. I like to think he and Bianca also make a bet on whether they can last more than five minutes in the kiddie pool without being kicked out. They barely even last a minute.

Gamma got volunteered by Alice to be a chaperone. He fucking hates it. Not just because it's REALLY hard to keep track of nine humans when they're all going on different rides on different ends of the park, not just because there are more people in the park that day than Gamma's seen in his entire life, but because Gamma has a secret phobia of drowning/being underwater. Being around this much water? That's hell to him. Either Alice or Sinclair has to explain the concept of a "lifeguard" to him to keep him from spontaneously combusting out of stress, and he can't look at the wave pool without his stomach twisting up in knots. Also? He refuses to wear swimwear. He's still in his fucking suit. He only vaguely understands why he's getting strange looks from everyone. Needless to say, Gamma does not have fun, but the humans had a great time and no one got seriously hurt, and once it's all over, that's all that truly matters to him. (He still needs to take a day or two to recover tho, because being hyper-vigilant for that long is fucking exhausting. And by 'take a day' I mean he spends a little more time than usual reading between patrolling the woods and making sure his siblings do their jobs, because Gamma doesn't understand that he can take a sick day without everything exploding, so there's no way he's taking a mental health day voluntarily.)

Alice would fucking LOOOOOOVE to go, but because of the Mechanics Of How Realms Work, she physically cannot. (The humans obviously can't go back to their homeworld, so they have to go to a different Reality in order to go to Calypso, and Alice is shackled to her Realm and the Reality it branched off from. I'm torn between it being a "if I leave I die instantly and I Do Not Want That" situation or "yeah I've got a built-in aversion to leaving this place that's kind of like a primal fear and I'm Not Fucking With That" situation. Could be both!) She still makes an adorable swimsuit for herself just for fun and watches everyone's day through portals while eating popcorn. She also spends a good amount of time talking with Gamma over his communication device whenever he starts getting overwhelmed by the. fucking EVERYTHING happening that day. Absolutely gets him to bring her back a souvenir from the park. (Oh, also, the group circumvents the money issue via Alice basically creating counterfeit money. Hey, they're only there for a day! What are the cops gonna do, track them down across time and space for a couple of forged twenties?)

[gaylittlewizardcat]

misto 💔🔪💄

💔 An angsty headcanon

When he was younger he used to be incredibly afraid of his own magic. Both his parents (Macavity and an OC, still working on the specifics) had powerful magic, but neither were present when he was growing up so no one taught him how to use it properly (the “powerful magic he doesn’t understand” part is way more angsty than the “no parents” part, he’s actually pretty chill about that lol). Therefore, he didn’t have control over it, so he would suppress it, which would just lead to it acting out (usually with explosions or lightning, or him teleporting to unknown places without intending to) which would make him even more afraid of it and it would continue in a negative spiral like that. It took actual devine intervention from the Everlasting Herself before he dared to use his magic on purpose. By the time he joins the Jellicle Clowder, he has enough control to not be afraid but isn’t exactly great at using it

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Despite having a lot of magic, he doesn’t really use it for fighting because the thought of his magic being something frightening or dangerous makes him feel he’s inherently dangerous which he really doesn’t like. Since he’s so small and spent some time on the streets when he was younger his fighting style is really frantic and in a sticky situation all thought of dignity go out the window in favor of just biting you, but he prefers to avoid fighting and violence in general, often by teleporting away

💄 An appearance headcanon

He has a little black patch on his chin that looks like a goatee (in human AUs he has an actual goatee) the black part of his fur is really short and sleek, though the white on his paws is pretty fluffy

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Ps, Ps, Ps

"Ps, ps, ps." Whispered John at the felinoid stood next to him in the queue. The bored man wanted to test a theory.

The thing that had nearly driven John to madness, was the, in his opinion, fact that 'felinoids', shared an alarming similarity with the 'felines' of Earth.

Most people, including fellow humans, if you pointed out the similarities would give wishy-washy answers. It was obvious! The ears, the whiskers, the tails, the fact that if you got in reach and scratched one under the chin or behind the ears that they would turn to putty in your hands; how could anyone *not* agree that they were basically, bipedal space cats.

Yet when he pointed this out, any of the aliens would just say 'no, we don't see it', whereas humans might blink, look at the felinoid and squint before wiggling their hand and saying 'kinda'. It was infuriating!

How could anyone *not* see how close they were?

The most annoying answer was 'it's just pattern recognition'. It wasn't pattern recognition; their goddamn names were '*felin*-oid'. It's like a single letter off!

But John was normal. He was completely normal about this connection. He had long since taken a breath, run his hands through his hair and accepted that everyone else was an idiot. He, alone, was sane.

But he'd been in this line for well over two hours now, stuck beside this eight foot tall felinoid alien and his mind had asked the question;

'Would 'ps, ps, ps' work on them?'

The second he'd finished making the quiet noise, just loud enough for the alien beside him to hear, he saw their ears swivel in an instant and lock onto him before her head turned and looked down at him. Eyes wide, fully dilated and *furious*.

Gulping in sudden fear, John turned his head forward and was mercifully given an out as he was called up by the counter, allowing him to basically flee the tall alien. She wasn't visibly muscular, but the silky fur could have hidden any body type with ease and these creatures were well known to be athletic at the very least.

Making his way through customs and getting his bag checked and his biometrics scanned, John fled into the station proper.

He deliberately made several turns away from the custom booths and ducked into an alleyway.

John took a breath and laughed, chuckling in near-shock.

He had expected a reaction, but not that.

"You think you can just hide? After you said that to me?!" Growled a voice as the light of the alley dimmed dramatically as someone blocked the entrance, and only exit.

John glanced up at the felinoid who was now rapidly approaching him. He fully flinched as she reached down and grabbed him by his lapels before heaving him against a wall, his feet dangling uselessly as he was pressed into the wall, aloft.

"You don't get to do that and just walk away." She growled, but as John opened his mouth to apologise, her own raced forward and slammed into his, knocking his skull back against the wall.

He got the sensation of a slippery appendage invading his mouth and wrestling his tongue into submission. Her body pressed against his, pinning him in placed while one hand caressed the side of his face and the other began to roam downwards.

John's mind, before checking out, mentally noted that 'ps, ps, ps' worked on felinoids as well.

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Thanks for the ask~ I am still doing them, and I'm so happy to get a L/oid ask!! ~From This Ask Game~ Answer under cut because they're wordy~

~~~~~ 🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

He's someone who normally stifles, tight little bursts of "gnxt-! engt'shh-! ek'gxnt-! hh'knxtshh-!" but if it's a bad attack, or he's sick/feverish, they rapidly devolve into "gn'chiew-! heh'knZSHhiew-! ah'GNDTiew-!" whiiiich leads to them fully coming out. I think he has a lot of his voice in them, kinda growly, but not scraping. Something like "eH'TIEZSHhhihh-! enchSHHHiew-! hh'yEAZShhhiew-!"

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

It deeply depends on the cause. If he's sick, he'll normally get little bursts, but not whole fits per se, just comes in multiples. But if he's allergic, or being induced (for some reason ;D) it'll be a full on fit. Especially if he tries to stifle first, since it makes the irritation just grow desperate.

👃: In general, how sensitive is their nose? Can something like a certain flower or smell make them sneeze even if they’re not allergic to it? Do they sneeze a lot on average, or not very much? Does their nose twitch a lot, or barely ever at all?

Okay for this I have kinda a weird answer... I feel like naturally, his nose is quite sensitive. And as a spy, you have to train all your senses to be hyper aware. However, I think he's also trained himself how to ignore the sensitivity, so generally certain smells could in theory make him sneeze, and they will make him itch, but he's generally pretty good at ignoring it into submission. Doesn't sneeze a lot on average, he's always on guard, but if he's with Yor and Anya, and lets his guard down, he'd naturally get at least 3 - 5 per day. (of little 2 - 4 in a burst) With his control, he won't normally twitch his nose, but if it's tickling bad enough, or he's trying to hold back a full fit, it'll definitely scrunch a lil~

😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?

Yes, definitely embarrassed. Reason: lack of control. He hates feeling like he's messing up the mission, or his own body is revolting against him out of his own control, so if he succumbs to a fit, or even his stifles just start slipping into let outs (or even half stifles) he tends to feel quite irritated with himself, and embarrassed to be seen as, in his mind, a failure. Though, even when he doesn't, he's still the type to excuse himself and apologize, then quickly change the topic to avoid further scrutiny~

[guns-and-honor]

Police are human beings just like the rest of us. https://doyouknow7.quora.com/I-am-sitting-in-my-cruiser-typing-a-report-This-woman-just-came-up-to-me-and-asked-me-if-she-could-talk-to-me-for-a-se?ch=15&oid=127682782&share=b65b364b&srid=hNEqgR&target_type=post

[ariariari-freehounreal]

Someone on tiktok asked me to make my human(oid) Wheatley “more incel” so I just drew corrupted Wheatley and dialed up his creepiness (for laughs. I don’t endorse this behavior and I don’t think he would ever actually act like this.)

[fuzedatti]

If you dont mind, im currently making an art of the three AMs and I'm going to ask:

What would they do/how would they react to seeing us drawing them in their human/oid body? Like drawing them down to a T despite not even looking at them for reference?

I like to think that since AI's don't have the same creative skills as humans, they cannot draw nor do art without looking at a reference at all. They work more as print machines than an artists.

So seeing you draw without even looking at them (or anything at all) would astonish them. They will get on the ground right where you are and stare at you with awe as you draw them with such ease.

They would look like giant puppies, fans whirring while they invade your personal space to admire your incredible memorization skills that they thought humans lacked off.